I found it everywhere, afterwards--in magazines and papers, and even in Marie." "Humph! Well, dearie, I don't know yet what you found, but I do know you wouldn't have found it at all if it hadn't been for Kate--and I wish I had her here this minute!" Billy giggled hysterically.
"I don't--not _right_ here," she cooed, nestling comfortably against her lover's arm.

"But you see, dear, she never _has_ approved of the marriage." "Well, who's doing the marrying--she, or I ?" "That's what I said, too--only in another way," sighed Billy.

"But she called us flyaway flutterbudgets, and she said I'd ruin your career, if I did marry you." "Well, I can tell you right now, Billy, you will ruin it if you don't!" declared Bertram.

"That's what ailed me all the time I was painting that miserable portrait.

I was so worried--for fear I'd lose you." "Lose me! Why, Bertram Henshaw, what do you mean ?" A shamed red crept to the man's forehead.
"Well, I suppose I might as well own up now as any time.